Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.